Monthly Archives: September 2007

You just can't keep a shirt on that boy.

My brother's kids are a mess, tiny masses of concentrated energy, exploding loud and fast all… day… long. I don't know how parents do it. I couldn't dream of trying to keep up with these midgets. -

We're on our way to lunch at the Turning Stone Casino. Sweet. Lunch at the Turning Stone with the kids is my favorite. And roulette. I love me some roulette. – -

It's Sam Adams, which always makes me feel like home, so that makes it almost worth the nine dollars. Airports have this amazing freedom to trap you for as long as they like (unlawful imprisonment), violate you (at best, harrassment), … Continue reading →

Bob Hope Airport (though nobody calls it that, everyone just says "Burbank Airport"), San Francisco, Chicago O'Hare, not single smoking room in any of these airports. I suppose it pays to travel through the South. Tobacco's big business down there, … Continue reading →

Complete and utter disaster. See, Brandon (of Maxwell Smart fame) had to go on at 9:45, and I worked until 9 o'clock. So Melissa and I left the mall at 9, and stopped at some crappy little bar somewhere between … Continue reading →

I generally don't go to shows in alcohol-free venues, because (a) I'm fundamentally against the whole idea, and (b) those kinds of shows attract far too many children for my taste. But here I am, at the Verity Room, and … Continue reading →